ghostly bodies & other memories we want to forget

ghost girl—
not haunting
the inside of the eyelid
but trying to remember
the body before it wasted away.

the body, fragmented
every vein in the hand
a river flowing south,
deeper than you could
ever imagine.
the crooked elbows
bent into a safe place
for a lover’s head.
the neck, hollowed,
hungry, kissed once
and forgotten.
knees knocking
in a new rhythm
that the mouth
can’t put words to.
the feet poised,
toe dug into the ground,
ready to run
and run
and run.